Jon tried to make his way unnoticed to Karyn, perhaps she cpuld help him get out of here. He followed the walls as he thought that would be his best plan to stay away from the popular crowd stood in the centre. Sadly, that plan failed as he came across that slut Tiffany Sanders from school, who was probably just in between boys.
"Hey Jon, that's a nice shirt! Where'd you get it? Pink looks, like, so good on you, it really matches your nails!" She said to Jon's dismay.
"Oh I don't know, just came across it I suppose. If you mind, could I please go past, I have to meet someone" He told her.
"Oh fine, I know what you mean" she said with a wink, probably heading off to find someone else.
Was she just insinuating that I was going to go to a private place? What kind of tart is she? What kind of tart does she think I am?! Why didn't she think something was wrong with my shirt? This thing is messing with reality. And did she say my nails were pink? I could've almost sworn that's how I always have them, don't I? But I'm a boy and boys never have their nails manicured... but pink looks so cute on me, so it must've always been like that! Jon thought, new memories slowly entering his mind.
He headed over to Karyn, scratching his bottom as he walked. Were his pants tighter?
